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Post by reena astoria malfoy on Dec 14, 2011 1:53:29 GMT
✶ O H, W R I T T E N I N T H E S T A R S
A M I L L I O N M I L E S
A W A Y [/b] Reena had no idea how this was happening to her. It was just getting plain pathetic now. She was a pure-blood, a Malfoy for crying out loud. She had no idea how she had let it go this far and she definitely didn't know how her father would take this if he ever found out. Thankfully the potions professor was having her work with the best person in the class, unfortunately it was a muggle born. She just knew her father was going to kill her if he found out. Looking at the muggle born next to her, Reena just wished that she could disappear. 'Merlin, papa really is going to kill me. Mama is too. Oh god, what if Lucius finds out and is the one who tells dad? Oh man, I'm dead meat.' She thought to herself before throwing a glare towards the professor.
Moving her books to her side, Reena turned back to the boy beside. Sighing deeply, Reena wondered how on earth she had let her potions studies go decline so far. "Okay, so let's get this straight. You don't talk to me after class, you don't look at me after class, and most of all if you ever tell anyone I'm so horrible in this class and you have to help me, you will regret it. You help me bring my potions grade up, and that's it." Giving him a look that showed she wasn't messing around, Reena moved off her seat on the stool and made her way to the supplies cabinet to get what they needed for the potion. To say she was pissed was an understatment, to say she was scared was another thing entierly. She hated the fact that she had stooped so low as to need help from a muggle born, but if her father found out she knew she would be punished severly. She was a pure-blood and was meant to be the best in everything. No expections. She was supposed to even be above normal pure-bloods, she was a Malfoy.
Once she had all the correct supplies, Reena made her way back over to the little table, set the supplies down and stared at the muggle born. "So, you going to start working or not? We need to finish this as soon as possible." She told him with a haughty tone. It was obvious that Reena was not happy with her new potions partner, and even more so at the fact that she needed him to be her partner in the first place. 'Merlin, my life is over.' She thought once again before she started heating the cauldron. ✶A N D I'L L F I N D M Y W A Y✶[/size][/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] ------Tags: Tristan<3
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Post by tristan cathal o'brien on Dec 15, 2011 23:44:02 GMT
Tristan groaned as he was paired with one of the worst people imaginable for him. Not only was she a pureblood and thus much better than him at magic she was a Malfoy. A Malfoy? I’m paired with a Malfoy? he thought in horror. He knew their family considered themselves royalty because of the long line of pure-blooded family members they came from. For someone like Tristan with self-esteem issues working with someone who was more than happy to put him down was not going to go very well. Her comment about him starting was also annoying. Of course make the muggle-born do the work he sighed internally.
”Look it’s not that difficult. It’s only a few simple ingredients added at the right times. The sooner we get it done the sooner you can go back to your pureblood friends and joke about me.” he told her. He had heard many anti-muggle jokes floating around in Hogwarts and he believed a lot of what they said. Quidditch for example was seen as a wizard and witch only sport and though Tristan would have loved to try it he had never gotten on a broom. ”I’ll regret it? I think you have a lot more to lose from this than I do. Who knows, you might catch muggleitis and lose your powers” he mumbled the insult.
There were a few non-muggles that believed hanging around muggles actually drained your powers. It was clearly a rumour designed to help keep muggle-borns apart from the rest of wizarding society but most people Tristan knew didn’t believe it. ”Just stay out of the way so I can do this properly. Looks like being pureblood doesn’t affect your potions skill” he told her with a sense of pride. He knew he was amongst the best in the class at potions. He had loved chemistry when he was younger and so was used to being precise and scientific when it came to ingredients. He intended to be a potioneer when he was older.
”Just pass me the ingredients when I need them. Unless your too important to take orders from a muggleborn” Tristan told her in an uncharacteristic display of confidence as he stirred the potion. Oh god, what if the teacher tells me off for talking like that to someone of higher status than me? he thought fearfully. I only said it because she was bossing me around and it slipped out he reasoned.
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Post by reena astoria malfoy on Dec 27, 2011 5:14:12 GMT
 Nodding, glad to have at least gotten him to drop one subject Reena looked around the room. "Glad you see it my way." She said, noting the sad sigh. She normally didn't care whose feelings she hurt, it wasn't who she was raised to be. She was raised to be the perfect little pureblood, who would one day be a perfect wife to another pureblood, and she was also taught to never care who she hurt as long as she got what she wanted and what she needed. Most of the time, her father thought of power, and that's what he taught her to want more of. Sure, Lucius was more of the one who fell into step of that dream, but that didn't meant that Reena wasn't close behind. As long as her father didn't come after her with the intent of hurting her, she was fine.
Glaring at him, Reena wished that she had been taught a spell to close his mouth the rest of the class. "Listen here, you know nothing of my life. Yes, I was raised in a beautiful mansion that's been in the Malfoy family for generations. I was given expensive toys, robes, and anything I could want from a young age, but you know nothing of me, my life, my family, or anything that had to do with how I was raised. So shut up and work in silence." She had lost her cool, she knew, but she couldn't stand when people acted like they knew her. No one knew that her father used the cruciatus curse on her and her siblings when they didn't listen to him, no one knew that if she didn't act like the perfect little pureblood girl she was supposed to be she was locked in her room. No one knew what happened behind the closed gates of Malfoy Manor, and she hated people, especially muggle borns who knew nothing, acted like they knew everything.
She could have hit him, or hexed him, right then and there but she held both urges in. "Don't worry, that's already been done. I don't care if you're the best potion maker in the world, if anything happens to me due to one of your mistakes, you'll be in more trouble than you could ever imagine." It was true, Reena definitely wouldn't let it slide by and she knew her father definitely wouldn't either. Her four brothers wouldn't either; they were too protective over her to let something like that slide.
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Post by tristan cathal o'brien on Jan 14, 2012 14:16:36 GMT
Tristan was trying hard not to let his fear show. He would have tried explaining to anybody else in Potions that it was always important to learn it. Since he was with one of the most influential purebloods in school however he decided to let the comment slide. ”Whatever, lets’ just get this done” he sighed sadly. He normally enjoyed Potions but it now looked a very unappetising prospect to him. He was sitting next to a girl he would have done anything to avoid before this, her along with her friends had made school miserable for him and he held them responsible for his shattered self-esteem.
”If the only thing you consider bad is your father then your life’s every bit as privileged as I imagined it would be.” he told her as he added the next ingredient. ”I suppose that the concerns of muggleborns would feel like nothing to you though” he added though he was now paying more attention to the potion than her. He could always stay focused when he felt like he was good at something and he wasn’t going to let her affect his grade in the one subject he cared about the most.
Tristan couldn’t suppress a small laugh as she claimed without her he’d end screwing up the potion. ”Yes, you were brought over here to help me. Do be quiet or you’re going to make me lose concentration. Just sit there thinking about how much you hate me. That’s what I’ll be doing later after all” he told her in a burst of pride. No-one insults my Potions skill he thought to himself. He would let her get away with anti-muggle insults, partly because he believed them, and anything else but not insults to his potion making. He felt too much of his hopes for the future were based on his potions to let her make his grades slip.
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Post by reena astoria malfoy on Jan 14, 2012 22:46:58 GMT
Nodding, glad to have at least gotten him to drop one subject Reena looked around the room. "Glad you see it my way." She said, noting the sad sigh. She normally didn't care whose feelings she hurt, it wasn't who she was raised to be. She was raised to be the perfect little pureblood, who would one day be a perfect wife to another pureblood, and she was also taught to never care who she hurt as long as she got what she wanted and what she needed. Most of the time, her father thought of power, and that's what he taught her to want more of. Sure, Lucius was more of the one who fell into step of that dream, but that didn't meant that Reena wasn't close behind. As long as her father didn't come after her with the intent of hurting her, she was fine.
Glaring at him, Reena wished that she had been taught a spell to close his mouth the rest of the class. "Listen here, you know nothing of my life. Yes, I was raised in a beautiful mansion that's been in the Malfoy family for generations. I was given expensive toys, robes, and anything I could want from a young age, but you know nothing of me, my life, my family, or anything that had to do with how I was raised. So shut up and work in silence." She had lost her cool, she knew, but she couldn't stand when people acted like they knew her. No one knew that her father used the cruciatus curse on her and her siblings when they didn't listen to him, no one knew that if she didn't act like the perfect little pureblood girl she was supposed to be she was locked in her room. No one knew what happened behind the closed gates of Malfoy Manor, and she hated people, especially muggle borns who knew nothing, acted like they knew everything.
She could have hit him, or hexed him, right then and there but she held both urges in. "Don't worry, that's already been done. I don't care if you're the best potion maker in the world, if anything happens to me due to one of your mistakes, you'll be in more trouble than you could ever imagine." It was true, Reena definitely wouldn't let it slide by and she knew her father definitely wouldn't either. Her four brothers wouldn't either; they were too protective over her to let something like that slide.
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Post by tristan cathal o'brien on Jan 16, 2012 21:01:17 GMT
Tristan could only shake his head at Reena’s explanation of her life’s problems. For someone who spent a lot of time at a muggle boarding school the concept of living in a mansion was unimaginable. He wanted to ask her how she was allowed to judge his life but he couldn’t judge hers. His temporary confidence had again vanished however and so he stayed silent as she told him. He was used to doing as he was told unless it involved homework at least. That was one area he always managed to be disobedient in at least. This is turning into a very bad day Tristan thought as he looked at the clock and saw that there was a lot of the lesson still to go.
”Believe me I know full well what you could have done to me. You’re the popular one with all the friends and I’m the stupid, lonely muggle. There’s no need to remind me about that” Tristan told Reena sadly as he continued to do both their work. He didn’t mind doing all the work as much as her. He didn’t like being treated like dirt and that was exactly what she was doing to him. He was quite certain that if the potion did explode and he was thrown to the ground she would be more concerned about getting his blood on her robes.
”There’s no need to remind me of who’s the more important person either.” he added after emptying the next ingredient and giving the potion a few stirs to make it the colour exactly described in the textbook.
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Post by reena astoria malfoy on Jan 25, 2012 0:46:03 GMT
Reena had been too upset to notice Tristan shake his head. If she had, she probably would have become more upset. She was a Malfoy, very prideful and yes a bit egotistical at times, but one thing she hated more than anything would be when people act like they know her or act like they know everything about her just because she is a Malfoy. No one, other than Reena, her three brothers, and their father knew that their father used the torture curse on them when he found them misbehaving or not doing something properly. Honestly, Reena didn't want to know what her father would do once he found out that she needed help in her studies, let alone from a muggleborn. She would have rather taken her chance of telling him she would rather not be a house wife of a rich pureblood rather than the fact that she needed help from a muggleborn.
Looking at Tristan from the corner of her eye, she had actually heard the sad tone in his voice though chose to ignore it. She was used to treating people like dirt, especially muggleborns and people below her. Of course, she had been raised to believe most people were below her. "Yes, you're right but it's so fun to pick on your lot." She knew it was mean, but she couldn't help it. He was already on her nerves and she didn't like him at all.
"Obviously you've seemed to have forgotten whom the more important person because you have tried to act like you are the more important person." Her haughty tone showed the fact that Reena did think herself more important. It was what she had been taught all her life and she wasn't about to let an annoying little muggleborn get away with talking to her in such a way. If she let him, then before you knew it they would all be trying to talk to purebloods however they wished.
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Post by tristan cathal o'brien on Jan 27, 2012 23:39:26 GMT
Tristan could offer little more than a sad laugh at her comment. If only she knew... Not that she’d care he thought to himself as he focused on the potion. Never in his life had Tristan considered himself an important person. He believed that he was always an imposition, that people were happier without him. Being sent away to boarding school and then to Hogwarts were anti-muggle feeling was huge had only increased that feeling. Aside from the occasional moments of pride Tristan valued himself very little, probably as much value as Reena deemed him to have.
”Just don’t OK I know how unimportant I am. I get told it so often it must be true” he told her after letting the silence stretch. He had very few people that made him feel worthwhile and most of them were back in the muggle world. He had to tell most of his few friends he was in a boarding school in America to explain his absence. They were also annoyed that he didn’t write, based from the messages he received when he returned home at the holidays that is. All in all Tristan felt isolated at Hogwarts and expected Reena to only make that feeling worse.
”There’s only ten minutes left of the lesson. If you’re really that determined to not be seen near me then just go. I can finish it off myself” he told her as he added the final ingredient and waited for the colour to change before stirring. He wanted to focus on his potion again rather than how Reena was making him feel. He tended to distract himself when he felt bad and now was no different. He had learned a lot of French one summer when his family moved to a new area he was so reluctant to not be busy.
OOC: If you want we can end the thread here and get a new one going somewhere else to keep things moving? 
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